Don't Rain on My Parade

Don't tell me not to live,

Just sit and putter,

Life's candy and the sun's

A ball of butter.

Don't bring around a cloud

To rain on my parade!

Don't tell me not to fly--

I've simply got to.

If someone takes a spill,

It's me and not you.

Who told you you're allowed

To rain on my parade!

I'll march my band out,

I'll beat my drum,

And if I ’m fanned out,

Your turn at bat,sir.

At least I didn't fake it.

Hat,sir,I guess I didn't make it!

But whether I ’m the rose

Of sheer perfection,

Or freckle on the nose

Of life's complexion,

The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,

I gotta fly once,

I gotta try once,

Oh,Glee can die once,right,sir?

Ooh,love is juicy,

Juicy,and you see

I gotta have my bite,sir!

Get ready for me,love,

’cause I ’m a "comer,"

I simply gotta march,

My heart's a drummer.

Don't bring around a cloud

To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,

Get what I want--I know how,

One roll for the whole shebang,

One throw,that bell will go clang,

Eye on the target--and wham--

One shot,one gun shot,and bam--

Hey,Mister Arnstein,here I am!

I'll march my band out,

I will beat my drum,

And if I ’m fanned out,

Your turn at bat,sir,

At least I didn't fake it.

Hat,sir,I guess I didn't make it.

Get ready for me,love,

'cause I ’m a "comer,"

I simply gotta march,

My heart's a drummer.

Nobody,no,nobody

Is gonna rain on my parade!